Imagination is limited.
Think of a new color...
What shade would it favor?
What colors is it made of?
What emotion would or could it reflect?
If colors join to make new, But repeat, Does imagination?

I want to feel passion
I want to feel pain
I want to weep at the sound of your name
Come make me laugh
Come make me cry
Just make me feel
Alive

So no one told you **** was gonna cost this much (clap clap clap clap) Your jobs a joke, you're broke, Can't even buy some lunch. It's like you're always stuck to scraping rez, But, When you can't afford **** or food, you can thank our Pres-i-dent, But, I will smoke with you, until my baggy is no more, I will smoke with you, like I've smoked you up before, I will smoke with you, Because you've smoked with me too.

I do not care about the kind of vehicle you drive, Where you or what you live in, Who you know or what they do, If you shop on Rodeo Dr. or Wal-Mart, If your pockets run deep, Top of the chain or a broken link. I only care about the utterance of your mind, heart and soul. The very thing you truly own, The very thing I will remember you by. I will not fall in love with your skin and bones, Your fancy excursions, Your ascends or descends. I will not fall in love with anything but the very words that explode from your beautiful mind.

And stoners we shall be for thee, my **** for thee.
Tokes hath descended forth from thy bowl that our lungs may swiftly fill with thy smoke.
And we shall pass the dutchie to thy left of thee and flying with friends shall it ever be.
In nomine mater, et spherae igitur et sanctam favillam.

If I had a star for every time I thought of you,
I could gaze at my own galaxy beyond infinity.